On Sunday, the iceman goeth. Unless you happen to be
At press time, it was not yet clear whether Robert Falls'
Then again, this is the very rare Chicago show that showcases the city's famously intense actors and yet also comes with not one but two bona fide stars of the North American theater, Lane and
Assuming this comes together, it will once again be a big Chicago fall on Broadway, with the top-drawer Steppenwolf Theatre production of
But in the meantime, it's worth pausing to note that "The Iceman Cometh" at the Goodman Theatre will, whatever does or does not happen in the future, stand tall as one of the most significant productions in Chicago theater history. The ensemble acting in this production was utterly formidable in its human veracity and theatrical intensity — hauntingly so, in fact. I'm surely not alone in the way these performances have stayed with me these last few weeks. Frankly, I don't want to single out anyone, because the achievement was fundamentally collective. It was impossible to sit in a seat without knowing that you were watching a group of men and women doing the best work of their careers.
"Iceman" was also a further reminder of the dedicated audience for serious theater in this town. Tickets flew out the door, and very few seats emptied before the final curtain, even though it was close to midnight by then. Readers who've written to me have expressed their pride in the work. In the promotional run-up to the Olympics, I've been struck by how shrewdly Britain is emphasizing its role as an exporter of culture. Even if the importers end up being just those who went to the Goodman, "Iceman" was still a Chicago export easily on a par with deep-dish pizza.